Chapter 1

{Charming July, 1994} The small breeze provided little relief from the unusually hot California day as Aiden leaned up casually against the seat of his black Harley, his eyes directed towards the football stadium. The sound of the football players practicing drifting through the air, as well as the cheerleaders doing some cheerful, cheer bullshit. A wry smile crossed his face as he stood deep in thought contemplating on going back inside the school, and signing the papers to officially drop out. It wasn't that Aiden couldn't pass his courses, actually the opposite was true. He was extremely smart doing well in school required very little effort, which frustrated many of his teachers, since they knew his plans didn't include continuing education. Aiden's father was a real heavy hitter in the motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy. Lenny 'The Pimp' who had been the Sgt. of Arms until he was thrown in Stockton for the supposedly killing of several ATF agents. Aiden's Janowitz's was his only kid, conceived from a one night stand when his father had been too drunk to take the proper precautions to avoid such a mishap. Since his mother was nothing more than a junkie whore, Aiden's father had taken him immediately after the birth, and kicked her ass to the curb.

Being recognized as a Prince of the First Nine Aiden's future was already mapped out for him like an MC pussy run. So, school was simply nothing more than a fucking waste of time at this point. The same was true of the other First Nine Prince's Jax Teller the son of JT, and Opie Winston, the son of Piney. Things were rocky for the club, the loss of Jax's father, JT, in an accident the year prior, had taken them all off guard. The club barely caught their breath before Gemma Teller, and the current SAMCRO President Clay Morrow got married. This wasn't a surprise to many of the members however, since their affair while JT was still alive was painfully obvious to most it seemed except Jax. It was especially obvious to JT's best friend, Opies father, Piney, who seemed to be stay buried in a bottle of Tequila more often than not, since his best friend's death. A situation not helped by the constant battle with his former old lady over custody of Opie, and her refusal to allow him to become a member of the club. She was threatening to take Opie away from Charming, but Opie had assured his brother's Jax and Aiden he would be back if that occurred. They had no doubt about this promise, people who had grown up in the club life rarely left, and if they did, they usually returned. It was hard to acclimate to a normal life after being part of the MC brotherhood.

With his own father, Lenny serving a possible life sentence in jail, Otto just being shipped to the big house, and several others of the First Nine Members victims of the ongoing Mayan issues, it was time that the Princes to step up, and put on a cut. Aiden, who was the oldest of the three, turning 18 in just a few short weeks, figured his foot should be the first one to step forward. He had come to sign the papers to drop out of high school, but the damn counselor had asked him to at least wait until the end of the summer. He agreed to wait until his senior year was due to start, something he wouldn't have normally done, but his former counselor had been replaced with a smoking hot babe. Even though she was older her body was hot as fuck, and he barely heard the words she spoke, visions of her bent over the big wood desk dancing in his mind. Aiden inhaled deeply at the thought, running his hands through his uncontrollably curly dark mane of hair.

A smirk crossed his face as he recalled his father's old saying that being a member of SAMCRO; instantly made you a pussy magnet. Being the Prince of the man who coined the term Croweater it was after all his duty to keep up his father's legacy alive to the fullest extent possible, which he had been doing for many years now, he smirked to himself, very well.

Needing to shift his thoughts to rid himself of the growing discomfort against the zipper of his tight black jeans, Aiden decided to have a smoke before heading back to the TM. Slowly he reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of Marlboro's, and a cheap lighter, his attention still directed towards the football field. Frankly he didn't give a fuck about the football players running about the field, but the view of the cheerleaders jumping up, and down was pleasing enough to have a smoke too, although it wasn't helping much help for his growing problem.

Amelia exited the school building allowing the door to slam loudly behind her; she was grateful the daily torture of summer school was over. Finally she could enjoy the few weeks of precious summer left. Her mouth creased into a frown as she recalled her Mommy Dearest being kind enough to point out to her that summer school was entirely her own fault for not having her priorities, and behavior under control. She huffed slightly the only priorities she cared about were sleeping late, slipping off to a beach as often as possible, and having a good stash of weed. Too Amelia high school was nothing but a complete fucking drag, and it wasn't as if she ever planned on going to college. All Amelia had to do was bid her time until she turned twenty five, and she would be free to do whatever she wanted. Mommy Dearest first husband her biological sperm donor had set up a trust fund for her to receive in full at that time. Amelia sighed deeply, she hated to wish her life away, but at sixteen, freedom seemed very far away. The only silver lining was the hefty dividend payments that would start at eighteen, and owner ship of one of the cathedrals that would be given to her. Amelia figured this combined with the fact that her Mommy Dearest spent more time abroad then at home, would help her keep what sanity she had left until she could be completely out from under the bitches thumb. She was thinking perhaps of taking ownership of the Laguna Beach Cathedral her mother had collected as a wedding present from Mr. Sperm Donor. The house was truly spectacular, built on a cliff above the shores, and Amelia always felt at peace when she stayed there, as if there was a future waiting for her.

Lost in thought Amelia hadn't noticed the black Harley parked a short distance from her new candy apple red convertible BMW. She stopped dead in her tracks to take in the male figure with his back turned to her leaned up against the seat. Amelia was an observer of people, and even from this distance she could tell by his stance he was lost in thought. She watched for several minutes as he remained statuesque, finally running his fingers through his long dark curly hair, which appeared to be untamable. Amelia could tell even with the distance between them that the untamable look worked well for him. She could feel the warmth of her cheeks as a blush formed, her thoughts drifting to how it might feel to run her fingers through his dark hair. She shook her head as if it would rid her mind of what had just entered.

The last thing she needed was another incident like the one that had occurred at the exclusive private school she would no longer be attending. She hated starting over, but at least she had grown up in Charming, and already had a few friends like Donna Lerner. Amelia didn't typically hang out with the girls from her socialite circle finding them total and complete bitches. Donna however was one of the sweetest people she had ever met.

Amelia looked to the ground for a moment, but her eyes were quickly drawn back to the dark haired stranger in the distance. She watched as he slowly uncrossed his arms reaching into the pocket of his tight black jeans that seemed to fit well in all the right places. Her guess was he was reaching for a pack of cigarettes, a guess that was confirmed to be correct when he pulled them from his pocket popping one in his mouth, and quickly lighting it before returning the contents. Taking a deep breath Amelia slowly began walking towards him.

Inhaling deeply Aiden allowed the nicotine to course though his veins as he continued to eye the football field in the distance. Closing his eyes for a brief moment of tranquility before placing the cigarette to his lips again, and taking a long drag, his moment of tranquility interrupted by a soft sensual voice, and delicate hand outstretched to him. As he turned around Aiden found himself caught off guard for the first time in his life as he starred into what had to be the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. He stood speechless before the young girl, her long flowing blonde hair glistening as the sunlight cascaded around her, the short pink sundress clinging to her petite body outlining her breast, and hips. Aiden couldn't help but think she looked like an Angel that had dropped from the sky above. Fuck me, were the only words running through his mind, but he couldn't even make those audible.

"My names Amelia," The soft voice drifted the short distance between them, sounding to him as if it were a song of the arch angels.

Amelia tilted her head, her hand shaking slightly when the dark haired stranger continued to stare at her not even attempting to say hello. She hadn't expected his eyes to be so intense, as they glared at her it was as if they connected somehow. Feeling her heart beat quicken against her chest, and the rhythm of her breathing increase, she was unable to break eye contact. As she looked deeper into his eyes she noticed they weren't just average dark eyes, but had a glimmer to them. She almost felt dizzy as if she was intoxicated, and in a way she was intoxicated by …..him. Amelia who was known to never meet a stranger with her bubbly personality was truly taken aback, and not sure what her next words should be. Part of her felt as if she should turn, and run towards her fancy new convertible, and drive away as fast as possible, but the other part refused to allow her feet to move, the latter part winning out.

"I know it's the name right? Amelia, is stupid name, my mother hated me even when I was only a minute old, and well as you can see she took it out on me in the name department." She was hoping her feeble attempt at a joke would break the seriousness of his expression, but still he stood in front of her speechless, now diverting his eyes to the ground, "My friends they call me "A" for short, just like the first letter of the alphabet. "I know silly as well, but one of my friends came up with it as a joke, and it sort of stuck." She smiled brightly at him as she drank in his handsome features still mesmerized by his eyes, wishing he would say something so she could hear his voice.

Aiden quickly diverted his eyes to the black pavement unable to look any longer into the sea of blue. Truthfully he had never been so turned on by a female in his entire life. Jesus Christ, the words ran through his mind as he attempted to get his thoughts in order, thoughts which had already been causing him discomfort against the zipper of his jeans previously. Now with her standing before him the situation was way out of control. He could only stand in front of her like a speechless idiot, hoping that when he attempted to talk he wouldn't sound like a god damned idiot. Cautiously as if she was something exquisite he had no business touching, he extended his much larger hand out to her small delicate one, the warmth they created together immediately overtaking him the moment their flesh touched. To him it felt as if they had connected, and Aiden wondered if she could feel it, or if he was just losing his fucking mind.

"Aiden," He could only manage to get his first name out as he looked back into her beautiful blue eyes once again like a love sick puppy in the store front.

"Aiden," Amelia spoke his name, instantly liking how it sounded flowing from her full lips which were tingling just from looking at his mouth when he spoke, "That's a nice name, hey we both have names that start with an 'A' must be a sign we are going to be friends." Amelia stood with her delicate hand in his, looking him in the eyes as she spoke the words softly. Her lips were not the only part of her body now tingling; the contact of his hand with hers was overwhelming. She had never felt anything like it before, and stood before him not even attempting to move.

Aiden could do nothing but continue to stare at the beauty in front of him, as he held her hand not wanting to let go. The warmth radiating onto his own, he felt like a fucking dork ass idiot, but Christ her flesh felt so good against his he truly didn't give a fuck. He knew he should attempt to respond to her, but he couldn't seem to form any words, again. Fuck I am just standing here like an illiterate idiot; he silently cursed himself not accustom to this type of awkwardness.

Amelia blushed as his grip tightened slightly as she attempted to remove her small delicate hand from his rougher masculine one. Finally freeing her hand from his, she turned her attention to the black Harley that he had been leaning up against when she approached. Eyeing the bike she stepped back slightly walking around it until she was on the opposite side her fingers touching the seat.

"Nice machine you have here," shocked at the words she had spoken, barely recognizing her own voice which had a lusty sexual tone to it, What the hell was that, Amelia, thought to herself as he eyed her curiously her finger tips still touching the seat of his bike.

A slow smile broke across Aiden's face as she spoke the words, and he glanced down at her delicate pink finger tips touching the seat of his bike as if they were caressing it, and his mind instantly drifted wondering what her fingers would feel like caressing parts of his body.

"You ride Amelia?" He spoke the words a slight smirk now upon his face as his mind became lost in thoughts of being buried deep inside of her.

"Me?" Amelia laughed nervously at the comment, "No, you may not believe this but I am actually one of the few girls in Charming who has never been on a ride." She looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke the words.

"Never," Aiden arched his brow at her his smirk growing.

"No, never," Amelia returned his smirk with one of her own, as the words rolled off her tongue. Her mouth and lips suddenly felt dry, and slowly she licked her lips not even realizing how sexual that simple act was to the dark haired stranger standing in front of her.

Amelia watch as he removed the black helmet from the handle bar closest to him, and stepped over to the side she was standing on his body extremely close to hers.

"Well, Amelia, if you are so inclined perhaps I could take you for a ride, "He looked her directly in the eyes as he spoke the words, wondering for the first time just how old she was, Christ he wasn't sure, she looked innocent, and young, but also had a very sexual, sensual, knowing look upon her face, "You gotta lose it sometime," He paused a cheeky smirk upon his face, "it might as well be me." Jesus Christ I did not just say that to her, he thought to himself the words out of his mouth before he could take them back. Aiden inhaled deeply truly expecting to be slapped across the face at any moment.

Amelia could feel her entire body flush as he spoke the last words, she knew then she should turn and walk towards her car immediately. Her body refused to move, as some extremely out of control inner part of her, that his presence seemed to ignite answered his lewd comment.

"You know normally my answer would be no, but today, well today I am feeling so inclined," She felt breathless as he stepped even closer, Where the hell did that comment come from, she thought to herself, her heart skipping a beat as his hand reached out to brush the hair that the breeze had blown into her face, to the side. She found herself frowning when he withdrew his hand, her skin already craving his touch.

"Here," He said as he placed the black helmet on her head, strapping it around her chin, again touching her flesh making her heart skip yet another beat, "Safety first, ya know." Amelia couldn't help but notice the sly smirk upon his face when he spoke the words, before turning to mount his bike, and start up the engine. She looked as he turned around extending a hand towards her, "So are you coming, Amelia?"

The look on his face was indescribable when he spoke the last words, but there was no mistaking the sexual undertone, even to her. Amelia felt her face go completely crimson slowly she stepped towards the bike taking his hand allowing him to help her, and taking a seat behind him, trying not to get to close to him, yet finding it impossible.

"Amelia," He turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder at her, a smile upon his face, "You are going to have to sit closer than that, and I would suggest you put those dainty little arms of yours around my waist, and hold on tight." He couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke the words, her blue eyes growing wide, giving her a look of innocence, which in his opinion was sexy as hell.

Feeling the blush from her cheeks completely taking her over her entire body as he spoke, Amelia figured she looked as if she had a damn sun burn now. Following his suggestion she moved forward fitting her body snuggly against his back, as she wrapped her arms around his waist interlacing her fingers tightly as her hands met on the front of his chest.

The smell of leather, cigarettes, and him filled her senses, and she knew at that moment she was truly intoxicated, not on her usual drug of choice, but a new one named Aiden.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Amelia could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke the words and they speed from the parking lot.

As the engine of Aiden's Harley sang in its own harmony rolling towards the outskirts of Charming, the smell of her perfume filled the air around them. The feel of Amelia's arms wrapped tightly around his waist aroused a feeling in him that had never been there before. He wasn't sure what the fuck was happening, but in the last hour the girl who looked both young, innocent, and sexy as hell all at the same time had his mind whirling like a tornado. Aiden couldn't help, but wonder if he had made a mistake putting her on the back of his bike. He wasn't one to really mess with innocent girls, finding them a little too needy of attention he wasn't willing to give after everything was said, and done. He was pretty sure this girl was innocent, in many areas he was not. He couldn't stop himself though, he felt drawn to her, and all he could think of was making love to her. In hindsight he realized years later this should have been a huge warning sign to him since he didn't really make love at all, he did however do a lot of meaningless fucking. The most shocking thing to him though, even more so then the thought of making love, rather than fucking, was finding himself wondering what it would be like to hold her in his arms after, and never had Aiden Janowitz wanted to hold a woman in his arms.

Amelia Tate wasn't expecting to enjoy the ride as much as she was, the wind blowing in her face, and the speed was as intoxicating to her as the guy she was sitting behind. It was truly exhilarating, and she felt a certain freedom, release that was very new to her. She inhaled deeply once again taking in the scent of him that had been lingering in the air between them since they had left the parking lot. Very carefully she leaned her body in closer.

"Does this machine of yours go any faster?" She whispered in his ear, once again shocked at the words that had left her mouth, and not recognizing the seductive voice, What in the hell, she thought again.

Her warm breath against his neck, and the words that drifted from her mouth caught Aiden completely off guard, and quickly he hit the brake skidding to an abrupt stop on the desolate road, turning around to face her immediately. "It can go as fast as you want, Amelia." He looked deeply into her beautiful blue eyes before speaking the next words, "Is that what you want …" he spoke the words his eyes never leaving hers.

Not sure how to respond to his words, her mind and body completely out of control with sensations she was simply not used to Amelia quickly looked down to the ground breaking his gaze. She watched as he got of the bike, reaching his hand out for her to join him. Taking his hand she allowed found herself quickly standing in front of him, but still her eyes remained on the ground. Then she felt his touch as he very gently cupped the sides of her face in his warm strong hands, lifting her head so that their eyes were once again locked on one another. She swallowed slowly, as his piercing gaze seemed to almost devour her.

"Is that what you want, Amelia?" His tone, the look on his face she didn't completely understand, many years later she would realize it was very primal.

"I …. I don't know what I want," She continued to look at him as she spoke the words her voice quivering as well as her body as the stood so close their lips were just millimeters apart.

Aiden knew then he should just turn the bike around, and take her back to her car, but God help him he was already a lost man. It had taken exactly one hour for the great pussy magnets legacy to be brought to his knees by the girl in front of him. Lowering his lips to hers he kissed her gently pulling back only for a moment to look into her eyes once again. That's when he saw the longing, and he knew the line of no return had just been crossed, as lowered his lips to hers once again, the warmth of her mouth consuming him, as he parted her lips deepening the kiss. When their tongues met for the first time it was as if the perfect harmony was being played, and it was more sexual than any encounter he had ever had. Aiden felt as if he could spend an eternity swimming in the deep sea of her, just kissing her sweet candy lips, and allowing their tongues to mingle together, and as he deepened the kiss further, pulling her into his body, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this girl was it.